The Twilight Green (Lordress of the Dark Nature) (Ghostlords of the Witch)

      “There is a patch of woods that stretch within the shadows of the trees
Connected throughout the world like winter branches hanging onto dead leaves,
      “Every so often green light would flicker across the air
Opening a portal to a ruined forest empire of horror and despair,

      “Playful children, hikers and hunters of the woods may become lost
Some found half eaten, flesh transformed a sickly green or their heads ripped off,
      “All being branded in a language of a civilization long gone
Becoming future prey whenever The Twilight Green plays her woodland song,

      “It pulls at their souls at various times during the victim’s life
Knowing entering any woodland area is wrong, but feels erotically right,
      “But the more a victim tries to resist
Their blood turns into fertilized dirt and they would nonstop cry green mist,

       “Causing them to stumble in pain into the nearest forest for relief
Then The Twilight Green will stalk them like a terrified beast,
      “Fear of her victim is natural seasoning of their flesh
As she taunts and torture them from afar without mercy or rest,

      “The mind becomes distorted making time hard to comprehend
Only when her victims soul and will is broken will the hunt truly begin,
      “Creatures of the dark fey would perform small bites then will flee
Inflicting misery so bad her victims become too scared to speak or pee,

      “Things seen or unseen, as their broken mind becomes an internal trick
Falling to their knees in confusion as they become physically sick,
      “But on their own physical sickness they unknowingly begin to feed
Cannibalizing themselves until unconsciousness while they slowly bleed,

      “Eventually, waking up crucified and naked under a chilling wind
As small pieces of splintered wood painfully crawl below their skin,
      “For hours The Twilight Green enjoys the screams under a fading Sun
Then reaching into her prey’s mouth The Twilight Green rips out their tongue,

      “Straddling her prey she begins to lean near
And whisper a secret of the universe directly in their ear,
      “Whatever is spoken her prey always start to choke
As The Twilight Green’s black ancient knife cuts deep across their throat”.